Form for: Pup #6
Name:
Drew
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Drew seems a typical pup at first sight- shy and smart. But once you get to know her, you understand her fierce hunger in battle, her angry indifference at signs of weakness from those who lead, and most of all, the unrest in her heart, which leads to recklessness and mistrust. She's not easy to get along with, and some say she's "misunderstood." Drew doesn't think she's misunderstood at all, on the contrary, she believes that they understand her dark side perfectly.
But for the lucky few who can call themselves Drew's friends, Drew gives fair judgement, dark sarcasm, and overall her support. She's a good person to have on your side, for her fighting skills, for her (whatever others say) good heart, and most of all, for her empathy.
If that's what she gives her friends, what does she give her enemies? Mostly the right to get shredded to bits. Do not get her angry at you. She'll fight to the death for certain wolves, and will certainly defend her friends. No, she won't risk her life for just anyone. If it's love at first sight, well, maybe that'll be a different story.
Story:
{From Drew's point of view}
They always said I was the strange one of the litter. I didn't much care for my brothers and sisters, with their mewling, odor, and just overall their repulsive weakness. I wasn't weak! I was strong, independent, better. They were nothing, compared to me. Less then nothing. Anything so weak and ugly was less then nothing, to me-
"Ouch!"
"Come play!"
I whirled around and glared at my little brother, the brown one. I didn't know his name, who cared about their names? They were just little slimeballs. Yuck. He'd left slobber all over my tail where he'd grabbed it with his teeth. "Like I'd ever want to play with you, repulsive little idiotic-"
"Pleeeeeaaaasssseeeee?" He stared up at me with hopeful-puppy eyes. "Please, Drew? Mommy says you should intrrract with us more."
"I said NO!" I barked at him, and I realized that he looked scared. Really scared. "Sorry." I mumbled. But really, did he think I was ever going to "interact" with them?
"Pups! Time to come in!" called Mother, pushing her head through the greenery concealing our den. "It's getting dark."
Everyone else happily clambered into the little cave, but I cast a longing look at the dark trees before dragging myself into the stuffy den.
"Tell us a story! Tell us a story!" the rest of the pups whined. Whatever! I thought, rolling my eyes. But then I thought of an excellent idea. With Mother and Daddy focused on the telling of the story, I could easily sneak out. Hmm.
"Once upon a time..." Mother began. I watched Daddy as he sat down so the orange one could sit between his legs. Now.
"...There was a strong and brave Armada wolf, with eyes as bright green as emeralds, and fur silver like the moon..."
I moved silently into the shadows. Nobody noticed.
"...And everyone wanted to be his mate, because he was so handsome and strong..."
I placed my front paws on the cave entrance. Still they were all focused on Mother.
"...But he didn't need any of them, because he had a mate already, and she was pregnant with the most gorgeous pups..."
Idiots, I thought as I flopped ungracefully out of the den. All they can find to tell stories about are themselves. But who cared? I had the whole world before me, and I was free of their ugly weakness at last.
Where to go first? The mountains, high and mighty in the distance, were unreachable. I was afraid of the forest, whatever I said to the contrary, for its dark trees and mysterious rustlings were creepy. I sighed when I realized what was left.
The meadow.
The forest surrounded the den, a small cave in the stone cliffside, but to the right in dropped down into a steep meadow, full of fragrant flowers and chirping birds. If you didn't have wings, it would be almost impossible to get out of, given its steep cliffs surrounding the meadow in a bowl shape.
Mother had just begun teaching us how to fly, and I still wasn't comfortable with it, but what else could I do? I spread my feathery wings, took a deep breath, and leaped.
Suddenly something tackled me from behind. My wings crumpled as I free-fell down into the meadow, wincing each time sharp rocks dug into my fur, and blacking out as I hit the ground hard, feeling a sharp pain in my wings.
"Drew?"
Everything was fuzzy, but I could make out Mother standing over me, looking very worried. "Drew! Please..." she began to sob weakly. I tried to sit up, but I was too weak, so I rolled over. Something felt funny on my back. My fur was drenched red in blood.
Blood?
I pushed hard, and managed to pull myself into a sitting position. Pain shot up my spine when I tried to fold my wings.
"Mom?"
She looked at me, relief shining in her face. "Drew! You're alive!"
Why wouldn't I be?
I stood up, and fresh blood ran down my back. It felt icky. What was going on?
"Just lay down and rest." It was Daddy this time. He looked scared. Drew, you've been through a lot tonight-"
But I had already twisted around to try and see my back. Though I could only see a bit, I realized, to my horror, that one of my wings was almost completely severed from my body, held on by a splinter of bone. Blood oozed from the torn muscle. I couldn't bear to look at it, but was drawn to the sight in that weird frozen-with-horror way.
One of my sisters, and orange pup, limped out from behind Daddy. She was shaking. "I tackled you because I thought I could drag you back and oh, this is just so awful-" she sniffed. I stared at her. Was she really so willing to risk her life for mine, when I didn't know so much about her as her name? Then I totally shocked myself with what I said next.
"I'm sorry."
She looked up at me with watery eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah, really. I'm sorry."
"What for?" She gave a wavery chuckle.
"For doing something so stupid."
"Oh."
There was an awkward pause.
"Will I ever be able to fly?" I asked Mother and Daddy. My heart pounded as they exchanged meaningful looks. "Please be honest with me. Please."
Mother sighed, and I was scared to see that she looked sad and small. "I don't know, Drew. I'm sorry. There's a chance you'll be able to, I suppose."
Drew eventually healed, though her flying was messy and painful for the rest of her life. And that was pretty much one of the only two times she said "sorry" her entire life. The other was when she hit her mom in the face with a piece of steak.
Other:
Why you want it:
I fell in love with her design as soon as I looked at her, though simple it seemed to tell a lot about her personality, and so as soon as I saw your notice on the thread I whipped this form up. All the pups are beautiful (and the breeding was well done
), but I love this pup the most, which is obviously why I'm entering for her.
Three things about the Armada species:
-Females are swift, while males are strong.
-Males have manes around their long necks, and the males with the thickest and darkest manes (compared with their individual fur color) are more likely to mate.
-Females are born with a traditional feather that hangs from a string tucked behind their ears. It becomes brighter as they mature, and each feather is unique. Females ranked high (alphas and betas, I assume?) grow vines, berries, and branches around the feather. These feathers also attract mates.
Name:
Drew
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Drew seems a typical pup at first sight- shy and smart. But once you get to know her, you understand her fierce hunger in battle, her angry indifference at signs of weakness from those who lead, and most of all, the unrest in her heart, which leads to recklessness and mistrust. She's not easy to get along with, and some say she's "misunderstood." Drew doesn't think she's misunderstood at all, on the contrary, she believes that they understand her dark side perfectly.
But for the lucky few who can call themselves Drew's friends, Drew gives fair judgement, dark sarcasm, and overall her support. She's a good person to have on your side, for her fighting skills, for her (whatever others say) good heart, and most of all, for her empathy.
If that's what she gives her friends, what does she give her enemies? Mostly the right to get shredded to bits. Do not get her angry at you. She'll fight to the death for certain wolves, and will certainly defend her friends. No, she won't risk her life for just anyone. If it's love at first sight, well, maybe that'll be a different story.
Story:
{From Drew's point of view}
They always said I was the strange one of the litter. I didn't much care for my brothers and sisters, with their mewling, odor, and just overall their repulsive weakness. I wasn't weak! I was strong, independent, better. They were nothing, compared to me. Less then nothing. Anything so weak and ugly was less then nothing, to me-
"Ouch!"
"Come play!"
I whirled around and glared at my little brother, the brown one. I didn't know his name, who cared about their names? They were just little slimeballs. Yuck. He'd left slobber all over my tail where he'd grabbed it with his teeth. "Like I'd ever want to play with you, repulsive little idiotic-"
"Pleeeeeaaaasssseeeee?" He stared up at me with hopeful-puppy eyes. "Please, Drew? Mommy says you should intrrract with us more."
"I said NO!" I barked at him, and I realized that he looked scared. Really scared. "Sorry." I mumbled. But really, did he think I was ever going to "interact" with them?
"Pups! Time to come in!" called Mother, pushing her head through the greenery concealing our den. "It's getting dark."
Everyone else happily clambered into the little cave, but I cast a longing look at the dark trees before dragging myself into the stuffy den.
"Tell us a story! Tell us a story!" the rest of the pups whined. Whatever! I thought, rolling my eyes. But then I thought of an excellent idea. With Mother and Daddy focused on the telling of the story, I could easily sneak out. Hmm.
"Once upon a time..." Mother began. I watched Daddy as he sat down so the orange one could sit between his legs. Now.
"...There was a strong and brave Armada wolf, with eyes as bright green as emeralds, and fur silver like the moon..."
I moved silently into the shadows. Nobody noticed.
"...And everyone wanted to be his mate, because he was so handsome and strong..."
I placed my front paws on the cave entrance. Still they were all focused on Mother.
"...But he didn't need any of them, because he had a mate already, and she was pregnant with the most gorgeous pups..."
Idiots, I thought as I flopped ungracefully out of the den. All they can find to tell stories about are themselves. But who cared? I had the whole world before me, and I was free of their ugly weakness at last.
Where to go first? The mountains, high and mighty in the distance, were unreachable. I was afraid of the forest, whatever I said to the contrary, for its dark trees and mysterious rustlings were creepy. I sighed when I realized what was left.
The meadow.
The forest surrounded the den, a small cave in the stone cliffside, but to the right in dropped down into a steep meadow, full of fragrant flowers and chirping birds. If you didn't have wings, it would be almost impossible to get out of, given its steep cliffs surrounding the meadow in a bowl shape.
Mother had just begun teaching us how to fly, and I still wasn't comfortable with it, but what else could I do? I spread my feathery wings, took a deep breath, and leaped.
Suddenly something tackled me from behind. My wings crumpled as I free-fell down into the meadow, wincing each time sharp rocks dug into my fur, and blacking out as I hit the ground hard, feeling a sharp pain in my wings.
"Drew?"
Everything was fuzzy, but I could make out Mother standing over me, looking very worried. "Drew! Please..." she began to sob weakly. I tried to sit up, but I was too weak, so I rolled over. Something felt funny on my back. My fur was drenched red in blood.
Blood?
I pushed hard, and managed to pull myself into a sitting position. Pain shot up my spine when I tried to fold my wings.
"Mom?"
She looked at me, relief shining in her face. "Drew! You're alive!"
Why wouldn't I be?
I stood up, and fresh blood ran down my back. It felt icky. What was going on?
"Just lay down and rest." It was Daddy this time. He looked scared. Drew, you've been through a lot tonight-"
But I had already twisted around to try and see my back. Though I could only see a bit, I realized, to my horror, that one of my wings was almost completely severed from my body, held on by a splinter of bone. Blood oozed from the torn muscle. I couldn't bear to look at it, but was drawn to the sight in that weird frozen-with-horror way.
One of my sisters, and orange pup, limped out from behind Daddy. She was shaking. "I tackled you because I thought I could drag you back and oh, this is just so awful-" she sniffed. I stared at her. Was she really so willing to risk her life for mine, when I didn't know so much about her as her name? Then I totally shocked myself with what I said next.
"I'm sorry."
She looked up at me with watery eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah, really. I'm sorry."
"What for?" She gave a wavery chuckle.
"For doing something so stupid."
"Oh."
There was an awkward pause.
"Will I ever be able to fly?" I asked Mother and Daddy. My heart pounded as they exchanged meaningful looks. "Please be honest with me. Please."
Mother sighed, and I was scared to see that she looked sad and small. "I don't know, Drew. I'm sorry. There's a chance you'll be able to, I suppose."
Drew eventually healed, though her flying was messy and painful for the rest of her life. And that was pretty much one of the only two times she said "sorry" her entire life. The other was when she hit her mom in the face with a piece of steak.
Other:
Why you want it:
I fell in love with her design as soon as I looked at her, though simple it seemed to tell a lot about her personality, and so as soon as I saw your notice on the thread I whipped this form up. All the pups are beautiful (and the breeding was well done
), but I love this pup the most, which is obviously why I'm entering for her.Three things about the Armada species:
-Females are swift, while males are strong.
-Males have manes around their long necks, and the males with the thickest and darkest manes (compared with their individual fur color) are more likely to mate.
-Females are born with a traditional feather that hangs from a string tucked behind their ears. It becomes brighter as they mature, and each feather is unique. Females ranked high (alphas and betas, I assume?) grow vines, berries, and branches around the feather. These feathers also attract mates.
